This lust, a vampyric addiction

[Nymphetamine]

In. Out. In. Out. Each breath brought clarity, cleared the haze that was the lodged in him. He would be lying if he said all that Chamber had to offer wasn't enough to distract him from his original mission. Nymphetamine continued is sloppy journey through the woods, his motions a tiny bit more controlled, but still mostly askew. He had gone by only a few more trees. The blood bay bumped and scrapped against them, his hip bleed slightly a mere irritation which forced him to draw in a sharp breath. It was then that he heard the sharp crap of a twig. He was instantly alert, well as alert as he could be. He lifted his nose to catch the scent, slightly familiar, who knew it just couldn't place it.

A moment later, the source of the scent came forth, a younger fae, black, curious eyes. She spoke coarsely to him, chastising him. He let his head flop over to her, his eyes spoke his indifference for him, but he let his raspy baritone voice fall just the same. "Well, who made you the the forest's keeper? You're awfully young to be so important." Nymphetamine's words were clear, perks of not being truly drunk. The young stag continued to walk, brushing past the young girl, who asked why he smelled odd. Well she was just a delight, now wasn't she? It was then that he placed her scent, Gates. He knew better to speak of that though, there was too much at stake. "I smell odd? No, I smell of the Chamber; Chamber smells of fire, do you not like it? I find it lovely. Who are you and why do you talk like you have authority over someone you know nothing about? I could be a King for all you know.

Of course Nymphetamine was not a king, he held royal lines, but not to anyone in Beqanna. So here, he was nothing more than a minion. A minion with his own secrets like most others. But he cared not. He continued to walk slowly, glancing behind him to see if the lass came with. If she didn't- oh well, and if she did maybe she'd learn a little something along the way.

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain